Chapter 1My ex-boyfriend lost his memory. He remembered everyone except me.

The night before my wedding, my fiancé, Jax, suddenly claimed he had amnesia. He remembered everyone but me.

That day, I finally got my hands on a drug that could restore memories, and I eagerly rushed to find him.

My hand was just touching the doorknob when I heard familiar voices spilling out from inside the room.

"Jax, how did you even come up with this fake amnesia stunt? It's so messed up, it's brilliant! Skylar will never see it coming! How long are you planning to string her along before you spill the beans?"

Their cheerful laughter froze me in place, the smile on my face solidifying into a grimace.

Jax was faking his amnesia?!

What did all those nights of crying myself to sleep, agonizing over his supposed illness, even mean then?!

A chilling dread spread through me.

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I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt, listening to Jax’s relaxed tone.

"Just one more month of fun, then I'll go back to Skylar and continue being her loving, devoted boyfriend."

His friends looked at him in disbelief.

"One month? You've been doing this for months already! Why don't you just break up with her? Nobody in our crowd stays with one girl for seven years! That's unheard of for someone like you!"

"Sneaking around with another woman, then putting on this whole amnesia charade just to avoid her anger? Aren't you exhausted?"

Jax’s smile slowly faded as he listened to their relentless teasing.

"I will never break up with Skylar. She's the only woman I truly love. It's just... we've been together for so long, and honestly, things feel a bit stale. She's just too reserved in bed, and I don't want to pressure her. So this is like hitting the pause button, a little escape to let loose. After a month, I'll go back to her, be her one and only."

"That's easy for you to say, but she's not the type to tolerate any nonsense. If she ever found out the truth, she wouldn't just take it lying down. Aren't you worried she'd break up with you and leave?"

"Yeah, Brandon's game totally backfired on him, his girlfriend ran off abroad, and now he's chasing after her like a madman."

They spoke with such conviction, but Jax simply brushed it off.

He swirled the drink in his hand, letting out a soft chuckle.

"She'll always be my woman, for life. As long as she's called Skylar, even if she moves abroad or marries someone else, I'll drag her back and keep her by my side forever."

At his arrogant certainty, everyone in the room cheered, "You're the man, Jax!" and popped open a bottle of champagne.

Numb and heavy-hearted, I dragged myself out of the bar, stumbling through the pouring rain.

I didn't even register the weather, just walked numbly into the downpour.

The icy raindrops pelted my skin. My trembling hands could no longer hold it, and the small bottle of medicine suddenly slipped and crashed to the ground.

Watching the painstakingly acquired memory-restoring pills wash away, long-dormant memories were violently reawakened.

I first met Jax during my freshman year at the Winter Gala.

I was the headliner, performing ‘Liebestraum,’ and I absolutely blew everyone away. Jax fell for me instantly. He showed up backstage with a huge bouquet of roses, declaring he wanted to pursue me.

I'd already heard all about the school's notorious heartthrob – the guy who'd already gone through countless girlfriends within the first month of school, his scandalous dating history legendary.

I didn't like playboys like Jax. My parents had both cheated, shattering our family, so I had extremely high standards for relationships, an intense aversion to any kind of infidelity.

I ignored his advances, keeping my distance.

But he clung to me like a madman, refusing to let go no matter how many times I rejected him.

He even orchestrated a school-wide blackout so I could rest during my period, openly confessed his feelings in front of the entire school on the sports field, defiantly rejected every other girl's confession...

Day after day, for three years, he persisted, but I never gave in.

It wasn't until the summer after high school graduation, when a few thugs cornered me in an alley.

Jax, to protect me, fought four or five of them, getting stabbed multiple times, almost losing his life for me.

I cried hysterically at his hospital bedside, unable to comprehend how anyone could risk their life for another.

In that moment, I thought, he's the one.

We were together for seven years, from our carefree school days to the grind of adulting. Jax always treated me with the same devotion.

Everyone said he'd found true love and finally turned over a new leaf. I believed it too.

Until three months before our wedding, he got into a car accident during a business trip and was diagnosed with amnesia.

He remembered everyone, except me.

The devastating news nearly broke me, but I held on.

I scoured every possible lead, consulted countless doctors, and stayed up all night poring over every medical journal I could find, all to help him regain his memory sooner.

But I never imagined this amnesia was nothing more than a carefully crafted deception.

All the courage and determination that had sustained me were washed away by the downpour.

Dazed and numb, I stumbled home, pulled out all my documents, and headed to the county clerk's office.

Facing the clerk's questioning gaze, I spoke, my voice hoarse.

"Hello, I'd like to change my name."

After reviewing my documents, the clerk handed me a pen.

My hand trembling, I signed both my old and new names.

Looking at the new name, a name no one knew, a terrible smile twisted my lips.

From now on, no matter where I went, or what I did.

Jax would never find me.